jukebox johnny
diane birch
in real-time but it's ancient history
lady with the searching fingers
you got enough for a sleepless night
sliced her up with a rock 'n' roll razor blade
hid it well in your savile row tailor-made
packing the rain underneath the stars
i'll be staying up all night
i can taste more honey when i twist the knife real slow
flies gather on a sob story on repeat
she's wearing the same victorian funeral look she wore last week
go figure out what you're looking for
so many locks on a single door
you got three minutes on the radio
play me another song where somethin' about love ain't goin' wrong
'cause i've been staying up all night
i can taste more honey when i twist the knife real slow
taste more honey when i twist the knife real slow